D&D 5E Heroes of Hydellor

[Lord Twig]

Mindra sweated in her leather armor as she approached the Sawtooth Inn. Looking everywhere, she slowed before entering. Seeing no one about outside she stepped in and without pause moved to a table close by the door. Choosing a chair with its back to the wall, she put down her pack and started to casually shake herself dry as her eyes surreptitiously scanned the room and her ears strained for any sound of trouble.

No sign of a crone, she thought to herself as she sized up all the current occupants of the inn.

Finally she pulled off her travel-worn cloak, revealing her face, and took a seat. She made no move to call for the innkeep, but just waited for someone to come to her.

 

[Charwoman Gene]

This town seems awfully sleepy, Cori thought as she entered the village. I still can't believe I'm avoiding the ocean...
That must be the inn over there, seems the only sign of life. Undaunted by the rain, she strode confidently towards the inn. Entering she walks to the bar, drops her gear, runs her fingers through her hair, and turns to the barkeep. "Barkeep!", she cried, "Give me the best ale you have." She drops the pouch she got from the crone on the bar and awaits her ale.

 

[KahlessNestor]

Liam
Somewhere in Essess
A few months ago/Afternoon
{Flashback}

The young woman slipped her arm into Liam’s. “You can call me Alemei,” she told him. “You’ll keep me safe as we travel?” she teased. “Or should I worry about your intentions toward a lone woman wandering the roads of Essess?”

 

[KahlessNestor]

Liam
Somewhere in Essess
A few months ago/Afternoon
{Flashback}

The young woman slipped her arm into Liam’s. “You can call me Alemei,” she told him. “You’ll keep me safe as we travel?” she teased. “Or should I worry about your intentions toward a lone woman wandering the roads of Essess?”


Bartender, older man, young man, and young woman
Essess/Bredonshire/Bredon/The Sawtooth Inn
29 Mother/8:01PM (after sunset)
Weather: 80 F/27 C; No wind; Light rain

The innkeeper looked up from his puzzle box when a stranger walked into the Sawtooth Inn. It was an elf, wood elf, by the looks of her. Likely up from the Cold Woods, he guessed. He slipped the puzzle into his pocket and walked on over as the elf took a table by the door.

“What can I get yeh, elf?” the man asked, wiping down the table with his cloth.

Once he’d taken her order, he headed back to the bar, only to have another stranger walk in. He noted her olive complexion and dark hair as she strode up to the bar and dropped her gear. Helveki. Well, she looked like a traveler, and there were plenty of Helveki refugees in Essess, he reckoned.

Or maybe a spy? That might be interesting!

"Barkeep!" she cried. "Give me the best ale you have." She dropped a pouch on the bar.

Well, the accent was definitely a giveaway. But the bartender was more interested in the heavy sound of gold in that pouch. He smiled ingratiatingly as he hurried over. “Of course, citizen,” he said. He moved over to a line of kegs on the back shelf and filled a glass from the spigot. The ale had a nice head.

“There yeh go, citizen,” he said. “Dwarven ale straight from the Forbidden City itself, it is,” he told her. “That’ll be eleven copper.”

[sblock=OOC]Coriana can tell that’s a pretty steep price for a mug of ale, though it is dwarven and from pretty far away, and she did ask for the best. I rolled for you and you got Insight 22.[/sblock]

The older gentleman by the fire looked up a bit at the bartender but then went back to his papers, picking up a small book and writing something.

The two young people in the back paid the strangers little attention.

 

[NeoNinevite]

[sblock=Flashback]
Garrett wandered into the Bloody Dolphin, reveling in the looks he received from those around him. The patrons who knew him well either respected or feared him as one of Blackcloak's best enforcers, and those who didn't know him were in for a surprise the next time a brawl broke out.
The Captain had called for him, and when the Captain calls for something, you give it to him quick and hope he's in a good mood. Garrett was glad to see when he entered that the Captain was enjoying his favourite meal, and seemed in a good mood.

When Garrett was offered a piece of the Captain's dinner, he was honoured, but shook his head. “Thanks, Boss, but I only eat the ones I kill myself. Looks good though.”

When he received the envelope, he opened it quickly, and stared at the letter inside. It took him a minute or two to decipher the meaning of the words, and he spent much of that time taking drinks of ale, but as he drained the last drop he spoke up. “I think I get it. I need to be in some inn in Essess on 29 Mother. I'll find a bloke to read me the rest and make my way there. Thanks for the job, Boss.”

Garrett picked up the money bag and letter and departed and went down to the bar, he got the bartender to give him some help with directions, and made his way to Bredon over the course of the next few months.
[/sblock]

 

[tglassy]

[sblock=Flashback]

Liam merely grinned in the girl's general direction, letting her take his arm. He couldn't see her, obviously, but she sounded cute, and judging from the way she held his arm up against her, she was fairy light, and definitely a young woman. He resigned himself to let her be his eyes, for the time being. It's not like he had many options.

He tipped his wide brimmed stetson hat to her. "Darlin, if we run into trouble, it'll regret the day it ran into me." [/sblock]


Tap...tap...tap...tap...

Liam's new rod tapped the ground rhythmically as he walked, swaying the rod left and right in front of him so it would alert him of any obstacles in his way. He was getting the hang of this.

His escort had him torn to the right, and his cane hit wood. A step. He deftly lifted it to guage the height of the step, and made his way up the few stairs that led to the door.

When it opened, a bombardment of new sensory input wafted over him. The smell of alcohol and sweat, mostly human, though there was at east one wood elf, there. It's amazing how you can learn to tell the difference with your nose when your eyes stop working.

He stood in the doorway for a moment, as if surveying the room. He stretched out with his...new senses. One person, walking back and forth. The bartender. Two standing near him, but not within a few feet. Another two, facing each other on the other side of the room. And one, at the other end, by himself. He gripped his rod, and held out a hand for Alemei. She took it and led him to one of the tables.

He turned and seemed to look straight at the bartender, tipping his hat. "Whiskey, please."

 

[Lord Twig]

Mindra takes note of all the new arrivals at the inn as they enter. None of them fit the description of "an old crone", but as more, and stranger, individuals arrive she starts to suspect that they are all somehow related to the note she received. It is still too soon to come to any conclusion, however.

Slowly picking at her food, Mindra waits and watches...

 

[NeoNinevite]

Garret walked slowly towards the Sawtooth Inn, he thought he'd found it three days ago, but one of the many people he asked for help from had given him dodgy directions, and probably stolen half his money. Either that or he bought a lot more ale than he remembered. He wore a cloak to conceal his identity from many a fearful villager, his past experience with wandering through villages had shown him that barbarians were not often accepted.

He entered the inn and headed straight for the bar. Clambering up to be at eye level with the bartender, he took out his money pouch and placed it in front of him. "I'll have an ale."

As the bartender turned to get him a drink, Garret pulled the letter out of his bag, and waved it at the bartender. "This is the Sawtooth Inn, right? Have you seen an old crone near here?"

Upon confirmation that he is indeed in the right place, Garret will take his drink and sit in the corner, taking off his cloak and revealing his stout halfling warpaint for all to see. He waits for some sign of the old crone, or anyone else who might be involved in the job.

 

[Charwoman Gene]

Looking over the latest arrival, Coriana wonders how many others here have been sent with similar letters. She also wonders if trying to get a rise out of a likely vicious and well armed halfling is a good way to introduce herself. It'd be an interesting fight, at worst.

"Old Crone, little man? Have you lost your grandmother?", Coriana turns toward the halfling and says with a laugh.

 

[tglassy]

Liam's ears perked up when the smelly, young voice said "old crone". He rubbed his fingers along his obsidian rod, feeling the silver etchings in it. At least, it was supposed to be silver. He had no way of confirming that fact.

"Do you think he's looking for...her?" Liam asked Alemei softly. "Are we meeting people here?"